I Truly Am The Villian

The surrounding void distorted, and space shattered.

Xu Zimei slowly raised his head.

With a flick of his finger, a torrent burst forth from his fingertips.

With a loud "boom".

The torrent engulfed everything, including the advancing figure of Long Zun.

"Your Majesty," the surrounding ministers shouted in concern.

State Preceptor Situ was the first to make a move.

His palm shone brightly with starlight, vast and immensely powerful.

"Do you think I'm Liu Ye?" Xu Zimei glanced at him.

He also struck with a palm.

In the firmament above, spiritual energy devoured everything like a whale, continuously engulfing all spiritual energy.

Situ had no power to resist and was sent flying away.

Situ and Long Zun were both sent flying almost simultaneously.

Upon looking up, they saw their figures collide with the dragon pillar behind them.

The dragon pillar broke on cue.

"Boom!"

Both spat blood, standing up in a sorry state.

"A group of ants dares to fight me," Xu Zimei said calmly.

"Call out your ancestor, you are not enough."

Upon hearing Xu Zimei's words, Long Zun snorted heavily.

He raised his hand, seemingly unwilling.

A dragon surged from around him.

This dragon shattered the void, destroying everything in its path with draconic might.

Its powerful momentum swept all.

"Boom, boom."

The sound echoed continuously.

Xu Zimei looked up at the dragon.

He waved his hand, directly capturing the dragon in his palm.

The dragon roared angrily.

It kept howling.

But it was useless, as Xu Zimei held it as if he had grasped the neck of fate.

Directly annihilating the dragon.

With the dragon killed, Long Zun spat a mouthful of blood.

"Your Majesty," everyone shouted.

Long Zun waved his hand, indicating he was fine.

He looked up at Xu Zimei.

His gaze was filled with gravity.

"What? Still unwilling to bring out your ancestor?" Xu Zimei asked.

"Otherwise, you will all be buried here today."

Long Zun coldly snorted.

He waved his hand, a powerful aura erupted.

Centered on himself, a majestic aura rose in the world.

Xu Zimei looked over.

A circular formation appeared beneath his feet.

Within the formation, dozens of Divine Dragons roamed.

The momentum was immense, the dragon's might vast.

"Boom, boom."

This was a formation, and not a simple one.

With the entire Imperial Palace as its scale, the palace itself was embedded in the formation.

One must admit, the people of the Ancient Dragon Nation were well-prepared.

They had long anticipated the arrival of a formidable enemy.

And so, they arranged this formation.

Long Zun said: "This formation was passed down from the Gongshu family.

It can bury not only those with a Divine Vein but even a Great Emperor. Today, none of you can escape."

In Long Zun's eyes, Xu Zimei's power was likely that of a Great Emperor.

That's why he was confident that the formation could trap Xu Zimei.

"Divine Dragon Annihilation Array."

He raised his hands high, unleashing immense power.

The Divine Dragons in the formation rose into the sky, transforming into real roaming dragons.

Each had flesh and blood.

"They are real Divine Dragons," Ancestor Liuyue observed for a long time before gravely saying.

"It's said that the Ancient Dragon Nation has a good relationship with the Cang Azure Dragon clan.

Even in an allied state.

It seems now that this is indeed true."

"Relax," Xu Zimei waved his hand.

He was not in a hurry and let the formation begin to operate.

The ground cracked because the formation's power was too strong.

The entire Imperial Palace seemed unable to withstand it.

Buried by the formation.

Ancient buildings collapsed.

The Divine Dragons gathered in the firmament, forming a shape of nine dragons offering to the heavens.

Then, each Divine Dragon turned into a heaven-shaking torrent.

The torrent roared, symbolizing different profound meanings of attributes.

These are profound meanings, and they are the profound meanings of the Great Emperor, different attributes gathered together.

No wonder Long Zun was so confident.

Capable of trapping a Great Emperor, with this formation's momentum, now it seems indeed possible.

When these torrents of profound meanings poured down.

As they approached Xu Zimei and his group, they gradually coalesced into a heaven-shaking torrent.

The momentum was too strong.

Everyone's long hair was blown violently by the mad wind.

Xu Zimei squinted slightly, then threw a punch.

This punch seemed ordinary.

As if lacking in astonishing power.

But when Xu Zimei's punch descended, the whole void shattered.

The punch swallowed all the torrents, rising to the heavens with one punch.

The punch continued without losing momentum, directly rising to the sky.

Punching a hole through the firmament.

Of course, that wasn't a real hole, but a powerful force shattered the void, creating a large vortex within.

This large vortex was a black hole.

At this moment, when the fist intent fell, the entire firmament quieted down.

"This... It's too powerful."

"Is this really a Great Emperor?" someone murmured.

"It doesn't seem like it," someone pondered for a moment, finally sighing.

Xu Zimei slowly raised his head, looking at the astonished Long Zun.

"Sigh, I told you, bring out your ancestor, otherwise, you'll be overrun today."

"Who seeks the old man?" a voice suddenly sounded.

The voice startled everyone.

Because the voice wasn't loud, yet when it sounded, it seemed to resonate within everyone's hearts.

Making people tremble uncontrollably inside.

"Has the ancestor of the Ancient Dragon Nation come?"

Someone's puzzled voice just rose.

A figure stepped through the void.

A powerful aura circled around, revealing a merely one-meter-tall elder.

The elder seemed even a bit petite.

The appearance was quite amusing, somewhat like a clown.

The elder had a head of curly long hair.

A high nose bridge, eyes like slits.

Upon seeing this scene, someone immediately recognized him.

Shouting: "It's the Witch Mountain Ancestor."

Because the ancestor's appearance was so distinctively memorable, many recognized him at first glance.

"Isn't the Witch Mountain Ancestor the ancestor of the Ancient Dragon Nation? It should be their venerated ancestor."

"Though, the Witch Mountain Ancestor is also a Great Emperor, right?"

"Just unsure if he's at the first level of the Great Emperor."

People discussed endlessly.

But undoubtedly, the appearance of the Witch Mountain Ancestor gave everyone a bit more confidence.

The Witch Mountain Ancestor looked at Xu Zimei.

Behind him, a phantom flickered.

The phantom kept roaring.

A mountain, as if carrying a piece of the world.

He said indifferently: "Who is causing trouble in my Ancient Dragon Nation?"

Xu Zimei looked up at him.

Slightly shook his head.

"Too weak."

He pointed, and the entire firmament seemed to focus on that finger.